Where´s the love for the underdog
Man, they treat me like they wanna fuck
Ain´t the favorite on your undercard
The livest nigga under God
So don´t make me get the gun involved

Catch a charge and run to Baltimore
I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store
Cornerstone
I´ma be the nigga that they calling for
Soaring of
Like that nigga Mike in his Jordan 4´s
When I´m coming down only time I´m falling off
Get a calling card, lil nigga saw a broad, fucking talk
I´ma be a statement for that global Forbes
This that magic shit like Dumbledore
This that lavish shit y´all tumble for
Niggas want it but I want it more
Make a band off a couple cups, man I´m hot
I got the sun involved
I don´t want it, man, I want it all
These my feelings in a couple bars
Sun shining like a fucking star

I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and lick a shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and lick a shot, boy

I´m from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Big semi on they side
Real life, making fifty out of five
Puffing sticky, sipping Henny, will I drive?

Its how real niggas die but I feel so alive
My eye up on the prize
You always gotta strive
Take your piece of devil pie
Now my level rising high
See a ribbon in the skyline
Fuck the other side
See my shots is ill advised, tell ´em niggas get inside
It´s dark outside, it´s nuts outside
Sharp niggas leave you pumped outside
Parallel to your ride, damn i´m blessed just to see 25
But I´m stressed, see the heat in my eyes?
Keep the heat on my side ´cause this Tec probably keep me alive
I ain´t high, I´m just peeping the vibe
Just beef in the Trap, fuck that, and I ain´t keeping it back

Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah

I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and lick a shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and lick a shot, boy